Fic: Rainbow's Freedom (RobinSong Arc) (30/41)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (RobinSong Arc) (30/41)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark try and adjust to being lovers as well as Master and slave, on a warm spring night a new member of the Wayne Household is added: a little boy whom Bruce sadly identifies with. Dick Grayson further pushes Bruce along the path of Abolitionism as the child brings further Light into the Manor. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Bruce is in the mood to play.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 12, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 1, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1051
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
“There’s some debate in the freemen community
As to whether or not a pleasure slave
Ought to be naked at all times or clothed,
The latter being ‘The Mysterious Factor’.
Professor Arlen Cox
“The Art Of The Pleasure Slave”
2246 C.E.
XXX
THE MYSTERIOUS FACTOR
Up in their bedroom, Bruce kissed Clark, then ordered, “Clothes off.”
Smiling, Clark complied. Bruce watched avidly, making no move to disrobe himself. Clark scattered his clothes on the floor, leaning in for a kiss.
Bruce pulled him close, hands on his hips. The warmth of Clark’s skin was a delight as usual. Clark’s skin was always so golden in the summer.
Bruce rubbed his shoulders, then returned his hands to his hips. His tongue pushed into Clark’s mouth, a faint taste of dark chocolate pleasing him.
When they parted, Clark’s eyes were bright as he started to unbutton Bruce’s shirt. Bruce caught his hands and shook his head.
“I like it this way.”
Clark blushed a little but looked excited. Bruce gently pushed him to his knees, hands on his shoulders. Clark lowered his head, Bruce carding his fingers through silken hair.
“I love you,” Bruce said. “I also want to have totally debauched sex with you.” Clark shivered. “Show off for me.”
Clark looked up, mischief in his eyes. “Yes, Master.”
Bruce smiled, allowing Clark up, his slave walking away and turning his head around to look over his shoulder, wiggling his buttocks slightly. He turned and stood by the bed, placing his hands on his lower back, arching as he displayed himself.
Bruce watched avidly, excitement skittering along his nerves. A little guilty after his conversation with Lois, he nevertheless wanted very much to see Clark naked and wanton.
His, not just because Clark wore Bruce’s brand, but because he gave his heart freely.
Clark put his knee up on the bed, caressing his thigh, his eyes unfettered by glasses as Bruce partially drew the curtains.
Clark stretched out on the bed, arms flung up over his head, legs spread as his expression was totally wanton. Bruce leaned over him, regal and imperious.
He climbed up on the bed, kneeling between Clark’s legs. He trailed a finger down Clark’s stomach, enjoying his lover’s little shiver. He traced the finger along each inner thigh, then slid over to the nightstand. He took out a length of chain, attacking it to Clark’s manacles and affixing it to small hooks on the headboard. He pulled the chain, stretching Clark’s arms taut, the wordless question answered with a little smile.
Satisfied that Clark was not uncomfortable, Bruce teased his nipples with his fingers, pleased at Clark’s little moans as he shifted his body. His hand moved down to stroke his slave’s stomach, delighted at Clark arching up into his touch.
Bruce rubbed the lean stomach, stroking quivering thighs as he gazed down at Clark.
The contrast between his own fully-clothed self and Clark’s nakedness set his cock to twitching as Clark moaned again. Bruce smiled and began stroking his slave’s cock.
Clark’s hips thrust up. “Please,” he begged, Bruce’s fingers massaging him.
“Mmm,” Bruce purred. “So beautiful.”
Clark smiled as he writhed, Bruce slipping his fingers down to touch between Clark’s cheeks. A jolt went from his slave’s body, sending electricity through Bruce.
Bruce quickly coated his fingers with the lotion he kept in the nightstand, preparing Clark gently as his own cock throbbed. Oh, how he wanted this: Clark vulnerable beneath him, trusting him as he opened his body to him.
Bruce unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his briefs down, his cock nudging the opening to Clark’s body. Clark’s eyes were hungry for Bruce’s touch, pleasing Bruce deep to his core. Pleasuring a bedslave was one thing, but pleasuring a lover made him truly happy.
He slid in, Clark’s moan of pleasure rushing through him and he began a slow, steady rhythm, Clark writhing in his bonds, the jangle of chains incredibly erotic to Bruce’s ears. Clark gasped, “Faster, please,” and Bruce complied, hitting his lover’s prostate and tearing a scream out of Clark. Shudders of pleasure went through Clark and into Bruce, who thrust in again, Clark moaning, “Yes, yes!” as Bruce picked up the pace.
With one final grunt, Bruce came deep inside Clark, his lover screaming out his joy as he came seconds later.
Clark lay limp in his bonds, chest heaving as a smile curved his lips and his eyes stayed closed. Bruce slid out and cleaned them up, undressing and sliding next to Clark.
For a moment, he stroked Clark’s chest, then unchained him, the cold metal links trailing to the sheets.
Clark curled up around him. “That was…wonderful.” Curiously he asked, “Why afternoon sex? And why still fully-clothed?”
“Oh, Ms. Lane and I were discussing how some Masters kept their slaves unclothed at all times and it just seemed so hot.” He grinned as he ran his hands along Clark’s chest and down his ribs. “Though some say they should remain clothed and call it the ‘Mysterious Factor’.”
Clark’s smile faded as he looked down.
“Clark, why so troubled?” Bruce lifted his chin up.
Clark looked embarrassed…and perhaps a little afraid?
“Is...that what you would like me to do, Master? Remain…unclothed in front of others?”
Bruce felt a fine tremor in Clark’s body. Nerves, and a little bit of fear?
He was also stunned. Had his desire for some kinkiness come across stronger than he had realized?
“Because if you wish it, I’ll…I’ll do my best to fulfill those desires.”
Bruce felt a rush of emotion. He saw the love and uncertainty, but Clark was still willing to allow himself to be humiliated if that was what Bruce wanted.
Gently he carded his fingers through Clark’s glossy hair. “I would never humiliate you.” His heart jumped at the gratitude he saw in shining eyes. “I…it would never be my choice.” He saw the understanding in Clark’s eyes. Sometimes he would have no choice. “Though I wouldn’t mind some…fun…when Alfred and Dick are out.” He winked.
Clark’s smile lit up his face and he hugged Bruce. “I’d like that,” he whispered. “You own my body, legally, but I give it to you…freely.”
Love swelled in Bruce’s heart and he hugged Clark fiercely.
Together, they could play sexy games.
Together.
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark try and adjust to being lovers as well as Master and slave, on a warm spring night a new member of the Wayne Household is added: a little boy whom Bruce sadly identifies with. Dick Grayson further pushes Bruce along the path of Abolitionism as the child brings further Light into the Manor. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Bruce is in the mood to play.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 12, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 1, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1051
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
“There’s some debate in the freemen community
As to whether or not a pleasure slave
Ought to be naked at all times or clothed,
The latter being ‘The Mysterious Factor’.
Professor Arlen Cox
“The Art Of The Pleasure Slave”
2246 C.E.
XXX
THE MYSTERIOUS FACTOR
Up in their bedroom, Bruce kissed Clark, then ordered, “Clothes off.”
Smiling, Clark complied. Bruce watched avidly, making no move to disrobe himself. Clark scattered his clothes on the floor, leaning in for a kiss.
Bruce pulled him close, hands on his hips. The warmth of Clark’s skin was a delight as usual. Clark’s skin was always so golden in the summer.
Bruce rubbed his shoulders, then returned his hands to his hips. His tongue pushed into Clark’s mouth, a faint taste of dark chocolate pleasing him.
When they parted, Clark’s eyes were bright as he started to unbutton Bruce’s shirt. Bruce caught his hands and shook his head.
“I like it this way.”
Clark blushed a little but looked excited. Bruce gently pushed him to his knees, hands on his shoulders. Clark lowered his head, Bruce carding his fingers through silken hair.
“I love you,” Bruce said. “I also want to have totally debauched sex with you.” Clark shivered. “Show off for me.”
Clark looked up, mischief in his eyes. “Yes, Master.”
Bruce smiled, allowing Clark up, his slave walking away and turning his head around to look over his shoulder, wiggling his buttocks slightly. He turned and stood by the bed, placing his hands on his lower back, arching as he displayed himself.
Bruce watched avidly, excitement skittering along his nerves. A little guilty after his conversation with Lois, he nevertheless wanted very much to see Clark naked and wanton.
His, not just because Clark wore Bruce’s brand, but because he gave his heart freely.
Clark put his knee up on the bed, caressing his thigh, his eyes unfettered by glasses as Bruce partially drew the curtains.
Clark stretched out on the bed, arms flung up over his head, legs spread as his expression was totally wanton. Bruce leaned over him, regal and imperious.
He climbed up on the bed, kneeling between Clark’s legs. He trailed a finger down Clark’s stomach, enjoying his lover’s little shiver. He traced the finger along each inner thigh, then slid over to the nightstand. He took out a length of chain, attacking it to Clark’s manacles and affixing it to small hooks on the headboard. He pulled the chain, stretching Clark’s arms taut, the wordless question answered with a little smile.
Satisfied that Clark was not uncomfortable, Bruce teased his nipples with his fingers, pleased at Clark’s little moans as he shifted his body. His hand moved down to stroke his slave’s stomach, delighted at Clark arching up into his touch.
Bruce rubbed the lean stomach, stroking quivering thighs as he gazed down at Clark.
The contrast between his own fully-clothed self and Clark’s nakedness set his cock to twitching as Clark moaned again. Bruce smiled and began stroking his slave’s cock.
Clark’s hips thrust up. “Please,” he begged, Bruce’s fingers massaging him.
“Mmm,” Bruce purred. “So beautiful.”
Clark smiled as he writhed, Bruce slipping his fingers down to touch between Clark’s cheeks. A jolt went from his slave’s body, sending electricity through Bruce.
Bruce quickly coated his fingers with the lotion he kept in the nightstand, preparing Clark gently as his own cock throbbed. Oh, how he wanted this: Clark vulnerable beneath him, trusting him as he opened his body to him.
Bruce unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his briefs down, his cock nudging the opening to Clark’s body. Clark’s eyes were hungry for Bruce’s touch, pleasing Bruce deep to his core. Pleasuring a bedslave was one thing, but pleasuring a lover made him truly happy.
He slid in, Clark’s moan of pleasure rushing through him and he began a slow, steady rhythm, Clark writhing in his bonds, the jangle of chains incredibly erotic to Bruce’s ears. Clark gasped, “Faster, please,” and Bruce complied, hitting his lover’s prostate and tearing a scream out of Clark. Shudders of pleasure went through Clark and into Bruce, who thrust in again, Clark moaning, “Yes, yes!” as Bruce picked up the pace.
With one final grunt, Bruce came deep inside Clark, his lover screaming out his joy as he came seconds later.
Clark lay limp in his bonds, chest heaving as a smile curved his lips and his eyes stayed closed. Bruce slid out and cleaned them up, undressing and sliding next to Clark.
For a moment, he stroked Clark’s chest, then unchained him, the cold metal links trailing to the sheets.
Clark curled up around him. “That was…wonderful.” Curiously he asked, “Why afternoon sex? And why still fully-clothed?”
“Oh, Ms. Lane and I were discussing how some Masters kept their slaves unclothed at all times and it just seemed so hot.” He grinned as he ran his hands along Clark’s chest and down his ribs. “Though some say they should remain clothed and call it the ‘Mysterious Factor’.”
Clark’s smile faded as he looked down.
“Clark, why so troubled?” Bruce lifted his chin up.
Clark looked embarrassed…and perhaps a little afraid?
“Is...that what you would like me to do, Master? Remain…unclothed in front of others?”
Bruce felt a fine tremor in Clark’s body. Nerves, and a little bit of fear?
He was also stunned. Had his desire for some kinkiness come across stronger than he had realized?
“Because if you wish it, I’ll…I’ll do my best to fulfill those desires.”
Bruce felt a rush of emotion. He saw the love and uncertainty, but Clark was still willing to allow himself to be humiliated if that was what Bruce wanted.
Gently he carded his fingers through Clark’s glossy hair. “I would never humiliate you.” His heart jumped at the gratitude he saw in shining eyes. “I…it would never be my choice.” He saw the understanding in Clark’s eyes. Sometimes he would have no choice. “Though I wouldn’t mind some…fun…when Alfred and Dick are out.” He winked.
Clark’s smile lit up his face and he hugged Bruce. “I’d like that,” he whispered. “You own my body, legally, but I give it to you…freely.”
Love swelled in Bruce’s heart and he hugged Clark fiercely.
Together, they could play sexy games.
Together.